Politics and hate

So many strawmen
Built up to be burned
Strawmen calling out slogans
Slogans reinterpreted as hatred

We hear the one named other speaking
The slogans sound familiar
The face vanishes into the strawman
We burn the effigy instead of listening

It is so easy to argue with strawmen
Yelling slogans but saying nothing
Never listening if something is said
Only yelling and burning

What if we listened?
What if we looked past the straman?
What if we sought the human face?
What if we saw that the other is one of us?


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